The lonely state of getting over someone you never dated

You know you've got it bad when you start crying in public. It happened on the District Line as I made my way home, weary and emotionally bruised. Many moons ago, I boarded the train and sat in the end carriage on purpose, so I could have my emotional breakdown around fewer people. I tried to hide the tears as soon as they coursed down my cheeks, but I couldn't conceal the sharp intakes of breath that come when you're trying so hard not to weep audibly. My chin was doing that ugly uncontrollable